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Post by Kris on Jun 15, 2007 16:36:25 GMT -5
*Kris glanced at Peter.*
Man, I hope he doesn't tell me how this season ends. Whatever. How'd he get with Nicki, anyway?
"That's... not good news," *she said to Emily.*
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Post by Peter Petrelli on Jun 15, 2007 16:42:12 GMT -5
Man, I hope he doesn't tell me how this season ends. Whatever. How'd he get with Nicki, anyway? ((I'm going to try very hard to not spoil it for anyone. And he can hear thoughts... don't know about Sue!Mes though)) It really wouldn't surprise me if you did have powers. *looks at the chain* Can I get you a hacksaw or something?
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Post by Emily on Jun 15, 2007 16:44:54 GMT -5
*Emily sighed.*
"It's hopeless. It's enchanted or something. It'll bite you if you try, I think."
*She bit her lip.*
"My typist has a plane, though. Give me a minute."
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Post by Kris on Jun 15, 2007 16:46:36 GMT -5
((Dude, I'm totally just poking fun. I'm not that worried.))
"I don't think that's gonna do it," *she told Peter, wondering how to explain this.* "We think--that is, there seems to be something more powerful that limits what we can do." *She turned back to Emily.* "I know what you're talking about. It's like... I have no idea why I've never gone to visit Erik, you know? I can make Alex take off her clothes, but I can't go talk to him?"
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Post by Emily on Jun 15, 2007 16:48:33 GMT -5
"That's common sense. And getting naked never really hurt anyone. Crashing Erik's one-man-party, now, that's just asking for trouble."
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Post by NPC on Jun 15, 2007 16:49:31 GMT -5
*The ringwraith swooned very threateningly toward that girl with the chain. He was like three feet taller than anyone else, had floaty black robes, but somehow nobody noticed. It looked like Hell had thrown up into a sparkly clean ballroom.*
*He stood in front of chain-girl and said, in a menacing, unearthly, grating, terrifying, and slurred voice:*
"Hey Marge, did I ever tell you about the time I..."
*He then collaped onto the floor in a ghostly, terrifying, petrifying, and slightly smelly heap. The shiny Ring of Endless OMGs and Invisibleness was sitting benignly in his limp hand.*
*He sat up very suddenly, muttering something about cheesecake and bloody lamposts in a terrifying and scary and altogether make-you-pee-your-pants voice, but then collapsed into his threatening heap again.*
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Post by Peter Petrelli on Jun 15, 2007 16:49:50 GMT -5
Biting I think I can handle.
*Looks up at a few of the "I'm so goth I crap bats" members of the crowd*
Ok.. maybe some biting I'll avoid.
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Post by Irene on Jun 15, 2007 16:51:42 GMT -5
*Holmes had known such men. They angered him more than was useful. He looked at her wrists.* "Hopefully it shall not come to that," *he said.* "What are his weaknesses?" "He never comes out in the daytime", *Irene whispered.* "And he has many enemies- none of them as powerful as he is, but perhaps enough to distract him."
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Post by Emily on Jun 15, 2007 16:52:14 GMT -5
*Emily gaped at the wasted ringwraith.*
"Oh my God. ...that's it!" *she whispered.*
"Cover me, Kris! I'm going in!"
*She crept over to the prone wraith and carefully began to tug the ring on its chain out of his grip.*
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Post by NPC on Jun 15, 2007 16:53:41 GMT -5
*Said wraith gurgled and caguely remembered somethign about protecting the ring...*
"Screw it." *he muttered, before dissapearing and leaving the Ring.*
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Post by Kris on Jun 15, 2007 16:55:57 GMT -5
"Common sense? But it's badfic--he'll see me for the true love I really am and--Holy cow!"
*Kris shielded Emily from the view of other party-goers with her enormous skirt. She suddenly held a sword that was much too heavy. Just in case.*
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Post by Peter Petrelli on Jun 15, 2007 16:56:16 GMT -5
*Looks from Emily to Kris to the Ring Wraith*
"Naked?" I can fly... I can turn invisible... I can stop time by making a goofy face.... I'm in way over my head.
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Post by Emily on Jun 15, 2007 16:56:36 GMT -5
"YES! It's MINE!" *she crowed, fastening the ring on its chain about her neck.*
"I might not be able to conjur anything useful, but there's nothing stopping me from stealing it!"
*She swayed a little.*
"Anyone got some athelas? Between the champagne and the Black Breath, I kind of need to sit down for a bit..." *she leaned against a pillar.*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jun 15, 2007 16:57:35 GMT -5
"Never... or cannot?" *Holmes mused.* "Miss Adler, I very much doubt I can launch a physical assault on this man or his... castle. There must be some other way; some way to remove you from his influence."
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Post by Irene on Jun 15, 2007 17:00:10 GMT -5
"I've tried to run, treid to fight him. Nothing works. Some friends of mine even tried to get me out of here, but they were defeated."
*She sighed*
"Enough blood has been spilled on my account. I wouldn't advise attacking him, either."
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